EMBER’S POV
I stare down at Knox on his knees, my pulse slamming so hard I can feel it between my legs. He’s grinning up at me like a wolf who’s already tasted blood, gold eyes glowing, fangs just barely peeking past his lip.
I fold my arms, pretending my thighs aren’t already trembling.
“What do I win?”
He chuckles, low and filthy. “You won’t, darling.”
“But if I do?”
His tongue drags across his bottom lip like he’s savoring what’s coming.
“Name it.”
“For the rest of the day, you do whatever I say. Anything.”
That savage grin widens.
“Deal. But when you lose...” He pauses, eyes darkening. “You’ll find out after.”
The team’s right outside the door, probably checking their watches. I swallow hard.
“Start counting, Ember,” he growls against the lace.
“Sixty,” I choke out.
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